l i s t e n
"Zounds! I was never so thumped with words since I called my brother's father dad."
-William Shakespeare
faeriepttr: she knows.
alsev: well hello to you, too, lils
faeriepttr: shut up and listen, al. mum knows.
alsev: how can she know? I swear to Circe I didn't tell her!!
faeriepttr: I know you didn't. james did.
alsev: what?! I'll kill the fucker! you said you made him promise not to tell!
faeriepttr: I did. he obviously didn't mean the promise.
alsev: damn…
faeriepttr: I know. so he walked in on me the other day…
alsev: what?!
faeriepttr: I know. I know, al. it was bad. blood was everywhere. he totally freaked and went running for dad. only it was mum who came traipsing back up the stairs with him.
alsev: he always was a mummy's boy…
faeriepttr: al! you're missing the point!! can you believe how that must have looked to mum? me with a knife in my hand and blood gushing everywhere?!
alsev: like you were trying to kill yourself
faeriepttr: like I was trying to kill myself.
alsev: so. mum must be thinking about sending you to a mental ward or something.
faeriepttr: I KNOW!! what am I going to do, al? why did you have to leave for Norway? I miss you. come home. please. I don't know what to do, al.
alsev: don't worry lily. I'm coming home.
AN: This chapter was born after too much cough medicine, a headache, veggie meatloaf and procrastinating to make a grocery list. Lily's about fifteen here, making Al eighteen.
